High-pressurized sun spreads over the harbor this morning, expanding the sky bluewards, carbonating wide open waters like sparkling champagne. Traffic over the route one bridge hums with the self-satisfaction of manifest destiny. Boats thread the narrow channel looking for a way out of that forest of aluminum masts. One boat at its mooring sends its singular wooden mast into the past attracting historical visions of clipper ships and rum. I sit forwards in a birch bark canoe paddling back to my wilderness.
FIREFLY
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Someone asked me about firefly hokku, so here is one by Shiki (yes, I know
Shiki would have called it a haiku, but it is a summer hokku in form and
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